The Man (A Seth Rollins Story) (Reupload)

Chapter 41- What's Wrong? (Colby's POV)

I walked into the airport to see Joe waiting for me.

"Hey, man. You look good."

"Don't flatter me, Joseph. What's up?"

He hugged me and helped me with my bags to the car. We got in and we started driving towards the arena. Tonight, I was returning to TV. I was a little nervous since I had not been on TV in a year but I was hoping that it would go well. I heard Joe's phone ring and saw Jon on the caller i.d. I hadn't talk to him in so long. Joe and I became pretty close again after I got injured but Jon and I, we stayed far away from each other. And then there was Marci. After our fight, I tried to move on but as I watched WWE every week, my feelings grew worse. Not having her with me killed every part of me. I wasn't sure what kind of reaction I was going to get from her but hopefully she would be open to at least being friends if anything. I wanted her in my life in any form. Joe threw the wheel towards the side of the road. Cars honked at him as he pulled to the curb and slammed on his brakes.

"Joe? What's wrong?"

He hung up the phone and hit the gas.

"Joe, what is wrong?"

"Marci was at a signing and afterwards, her car got stolen with her still inside."

"Is she ok?"

"The guy robbed her. Oh, man."

"Joe, is she ok?"

"She's been shot."

My whole world starting falling apart in front of my eyes. No, this isn't how it was supposed to happen. I was supposed to return, I was supposed to talk to her and make amends. No, this wasn't happening. It can't be happening. Tears brimmed my eyes as Joe sped towards the hospital.

We ran in to find Jon crying his eyes out on one of the couches. No, she's not dead. She can't be. Not her. I went over to him.

"Jon."

He looked up at me.

"Hi."

"Where is she?"

"Still in surgery. It isn't looking good."

I sat down next to him, still in shock. He started crying again. And I did the only thing I could do, I hugged my best friend and hoped for the best.

I sat on my phone for hours. No word had come about Marci. WWE let us off tonight. Jon had fallen asleep and Joe had gone to get food. I was scrolling through pictures of Marci and I. What if that last fight in the hospital was the last time I was going to see her? What if she was dead right now? What if I would never be able to apologize for everything I had done? No, I couldn't think like that. She was going to be ok. She had to be ok. Otherwise, I sure wasn't going to be.

"Marci Jenkins?"

I looked up to see the doctor. I walked over to him.

"Is she ok?"

"She is fine. The surgery was successful. She should be waking up soon."

It was like a weight lifted off of my shoulders. The joy was overwhelming. She was ok. She was going to be ok.

"Can I go see her?"

"Family only for right now."

"Come on, man. I'm her..." What was I? I looked over at Jon. "I'm engaged to her."

"I thought that was her fiancee."

He pointed at Jon. Fiancee? The doctor had to be confused. They weren't engaged. I just said I was engaged to her because I knew it would better than saying boyfriend. But Marci wasn't engaged to Jon. There was no way. Joe would have told me. Wouldn't he?

"No, I am."

"Oh, ok. Well, then. The police brought in the items that were stolen. The ring was recovered as well."

Ring? "Thank goodness. Can I please see her?"

He sighed. "Fine. But don't tell anyone I'm letting you."

I nodded and walked towards her room. There was a ring? Were Marci and Jon really engaged? I walked in and she was asleep. I hadn't seen her in so long. She looked so peaceful. The machines beeped loudly around her as I sat down next to her bed. And in the small light in the room, something gleamed in the light. I walked over and sure enough, an engagement ring sat in a bag with the rest of Marci's things. It was true, Marci and Jon were engaged. I took several deep breaths, suddenly feeling angry. I had been so concerned for him. I comforted him. And he was engaged to her? After everything he had done? Mercedes had told me everything and bile built up in my throat as I thought about the fact that there was no way Jon told her about what he did.

"This isn't real. Marci, why him? Huh? You're just going to marry Jon?" I sat down in the chair as she slept. Getting more angry by the minute as I thought of Jonathan Good. "I was supposed to be the one you were going to marry. And I messed up. And now you're marrying him? You're marrying Jon? That jerk. That stupid jerk. You don't even know half of what happened, do you? No, Jon would never tell you, would he? He would never tell you that he is the one that told me you two slept together. That he was the one that told me to sleep with Mercedes. He would never tell you any of that."

"What?"

I froze and looked at Marci. She was fully awake and looking at me with confusion. Oh, no...